IF I should live again, <br />O God, let me be young, <br />Quick of sinew and vein <br />With the honeycomb on my tongue, <br />All in a moment flung <br />With the dawn on a flowing plain, <br />Riding, riding, riding, riding <br />Between the sun and the rain. <br /> <br />If I, having been, must be, <br />O God, let it be so, <br />Swift and supple and free <br />With a long journey to go, <br />And the clink of the curb and the blow <br />Of hooves, and the wind at my knee, <br />Riding, riding, riding, riding <br />Between the hills and the sea.<br /><br />Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/riding-3/
